Pressure happiness
Don't ask me why I do it
don't ask me why I fold
why I'm always so complacent
Why I'm easy for him to hold
Because I'll do anything not to hurt him
to cause pain, be annoying, envoke rage
and he's all I need in the faux world
the only one who makes me happy
and while I worry it bares too much weight
he's the only one who van make me happy
and to be one in billions
to be rare and one of a kind
to be responsible for all that makes me smile
This poem is about:
Me